Wild Flower Prints

I have been slaving away on a series of 12 prints based on the wild flowers of the Creek.  In no particular order;

Angelica
White Mellitory
Hoary Mustard
Chickweed
Groundsel
Red Valerian
Vipers Bugloss
Buttercup
Speedwell
Morning Glory
Grass

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Au Revoir Lee Shau Kee

We all had dinner at a noodle shop in Kowloon Tong together to say goodbye, except Tracey Jones (Tracey where were you?) and Yu who was very diligently doing homework; it was great fun as always but also sad. I will really, really miss them all.

from THE DESERTED VILLAGE by Oliver Goldsmith

Sweet was the sound, when oft at evening’s close
Up yonder hill the village murmur rose.
There, as I past with careless steps and slow,
The mingling notes came soften’d from below;
The swain responsive as the milk-maid sung,
The sober herd that low’d to meet their young,
The noisy geese that gabbled o’er the pool,
The playful children just let loose from school,
The watch-dog’s voice that bay’d the whisp’ring wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind,–
These all in sweet confusion sought the shade,
And fill’d each pause the nightingale had made.
But now the sounds of population fail,
No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale,
No busy steps the grass-grown foot-way tread,
For all the bloomy flush of life is fled!

OLIVER GOLDSMITH, poet and playwright (1728 – 1774) lived in Peckham.